Everlast

They go one for the Prophet, two for Islam
Three for the Khutba from the Imam
Four for the mother that birthed my frame
Five for the father 'cause he taught me game
Been 'round the world, songs are all the same
Sometimes when I'm asleep I still call your name
Back when I was young I used to dream of fame
Now they all point they fingers saying who's to blame
Mothers put their girls into pigtail curls
Fathers teach their sons how to shoot their guns
They say, Boy don't never cry control your emotions
Just take it like a man, make your stand
They say, Sex and violence go hand in hand
For every man blessed there got to be ten damned
Expand through the depths of space and time
Standing three eyes blind on the firing line
Word to my man divine, come too far
Singing la ilaha il allah
Twelve rakahs short on my full day's prayer
Just hoping that the lord got some mercy to spare
They go one for the ummah, two for the deen